What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
Last Updated: 02.07.2025 05:50
Know your enemies
I do it once, I do it twice,
Mothership alien sorceress
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I never knew my life mattered”
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
How can I effectively remove vocals from a song without affecting the music quality?
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
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Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Movin objects mentally
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
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Soldier with the gas-mask
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
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I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Me and my peeps is all trife
I seen it all in my short life
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As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Gangbangers that spit slang
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
If it ain't
What does life mean without death?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Until we realized how to get the real money;
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
Who designed our DNA structure?
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
The other one don't understand me,
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
If it ain't
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'll see you when I get there,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Three months later we run our own caper,
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
No smile is genuine or real,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
Laser weapons and ecstasy
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,